The terrorists have won

by Bill Sempf 23. September 2010 11:24

When I was a sophomore in high school, we had a unit in our World History class about the Holocaust.  Fran LaBuda, a German Jew who escaped to the US through despite the Nazis, would stand at the door of our classroom and bark orders to us in German as we entered, using a pointer to tell us where to sit, and even push us around as necessary.  A militant looking fellow (later I learned it was her son, and as gentle a guy as you could imagine in real life) escorted anyone who didn’t take it seriously out of the room, rather roughly.

The point was to show us in general how easily we could be cowed by a force we didn’t understand taking our power of independence.  These are upper middle class high school students, and used to getting their way.  Their parents bought them the cool clothes and looked the other way when the rules were transcended.  They wore their ego on their shoulder like a badge of honor.

But when the going got rough, they folded like a bad hand at cards.  Only one person tried to joke about the event with Mrs. LaBuda, and was taken from the room.  He was the class clown, but was nearly in tears when pushed out of the door by the enforcer.

Fast forward to today.  I was in line at the TSA’s security gate at SeaTac.  Walking up and down the line was a rather militant looking fellow yelling out in plain, though loud, English:

“If you do not take your liquids and gels out of your carry-on luggage you will not be allowed to get on your plane.  You will be escorted to enhanced screening, and there is a half day wait.”

Next to me stood a seventy year old woman, grey hair, a Russian Jew by her accent; tears were streaming down her face.  She was frantically digging through her plain bag looking for the satchelof toiletries that was plainly sitting on the table in front of her, unnoticed.

“Your bottles are right here,” I showed her.

“Oh, thank you son,” she sighed in relief.  “I’m just trying to get home to Florida to see my grandson.  I’m so terrified that these people will lock me up.”

She was so terrified that those people would lock her up.  People that were purportedly trying to keep us safe, but who were instead driving this woman, others, myself to tears with worry that one wrong move with the toothpaste could cost us time with loved ones, money, business, whatever.

The terrorists have won.

The goal of a ‘terrorist,’ and thus the name, is terror.  They don’t really care, as a group, if they kill anyone.  As  long as the people they attack live in fear.  They state that they want to kill Americans, and then, largely, don’t.  They just want us to think that they will. (Remember, while 9/11 was a huge tragedy, it doesn’t make much of a mark in the numbers that have died in simple in-fighting in the Arab Alliance. The deaths weren’t the point.  The after-effects were the point.)

We, as a country, as a people, as individuals, have folded.  Just like that classroom of sophomores 20 years ago, we have turned in our independence to the authorities with our papers and our shampoo.  Even the clowns in Washington, once a source of hope, are led crying from the classroom the moment the chips are down.

Please don’t think your humble author is putting himself above you, the reader.  I had planned on traveling with a firearm this trip: because I can, then lock my luggage with my locks, and pretend that I am more secure than most.  I did not, fearing hassle, fearing delay, or just fearing – I’m not sure which.

I don’t have a solution to suggest, dear reader.  I simply needed to lament the passing of a once great country – the greatest of social experiments – into the waste bin of political history.  I do not believe that is within any of us to turn the social tide now, unless Atlas truly does shrug and some number of us retreat to a contemporary Galt’s Gulch.  The slope of our decline is too firmly now in place.  We have lost.

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Personal | Rants

Fiction and human achievement

by Bill Sempf 17. September 2010 18:13

 

For almost 200,000 years, humans were indistinguishable from animals. 

For 5,000 years, we had only achieved the advancements of agriculture and prostitution.  Nothing to be sneezed at for sure, but certainly not the pinnacle of potential.

In 100 years, we went from farming to the Industrial Revolution.  There were a lot of reasons, but note the sudden easy availability of fiction.  I know, I know, correlation doesn’t equal causation, but I can’t help but wonder how much the insurgence of fiction, and how it influenced the play of children, impacted the next generation and the ideas they worked from.  Factories? Space travel?  Computing?

Fast forward to Asimov, Clarke, and the other Science Fiction writers of the 50s.  They pointed our eyes to the stars and our minds to the unimaginable.  Is it a surprise that the generation that grew up reading their books and reenacting it in their play gave us the fathers of the Internet?

Please don’t dismiss child’s play as a waste of time.  Please don’t assume that the introduction of fictional universes into a children’s playtime is an “overdose of media.”  You don’t know what the availability of universes is doing for our children’s fertile minds.  Wouldn’t you rather let them run with it and see what becomes of it, rather than shut it down, afraid of the future it might bring?

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Rants | Personal

Being Object Stingy

by Bill Sempf 14. September 2010 05:33

 

This is clipped content from my C# Book. 

You can’t construct an object without using a constructor of some sort. If you define your own constructor, C# takes its constructor away. You can combine these two actions to create a class that can only be instantiated locally.

For example, only methods that are defined within the same assembly as BankAccount can create a BankAccount object with the constructor declared internal, as in the bold text in this chunk of code:

// BankAccount -- Simulate a simple bank account.
public class BankAccount
{
    // Bank accounts start at 1000 and increase sequentially.
    private static int _nextAccountNumber = 1000;
    // Maintain the account number and balance.
    private int _accountNumber;
    double _balance;
    internal BankAccount() // Here’s the internal, not public, constructor.
    {
        _accountNumber = ++_nextAccountNumber; 
        _balance = 0;
    } 

    public string GetString()
    {
        return String.Format("#{0} = {1:N}", _accountNumber, _balance);
    }
}

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Biz | C#

If

by Bill Sempf 7. September 2010 10:45

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!


-Kipling

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Brew day: “Get fresh with me” American Ale

by Bill Sempf 5. September 2010 10:19

 

I was lucky to be able to pick almost a pound and a half of Nugget hops at Ohio Hops in Galloway.  Nice folks.  Brian was great – I recommend him for all your Ohio Hop needs!  Anyway, I created a recipe with a single hop to showcase the flavor, and I think it will be a good one:

Get Fresh With Me

Brew Type: Extract Date: 9/5/2010
Style: American IPA Brewer: Bill Sempf
Batch Size: 5.00 gal Assistant Brewer: Adam Sempf
Boil Volume: 4.08 gal Boil Time: 60 min
Equipment: Brew Pot (5 Gallon)


Ingredients
Amount Item Type % or IBU
7.00 lb Extra Light Dry Extract (3.0 SRM) Dry Extract 87.50 %
0.50 lb Caramel/Crystal Malt - 40L (40.0 SRM) Grain 6.25 %
0.50 lb Special Roast (50.0 SRM) Grain 6.25 %
2.00 oz Nugget [13.00 %] (60 min) Hops 68.3 IBU
1.00 oz Nugget [13.00 %] (20 min) Hops 20.7 IBU
1.00 oz Nugget [13.00 %] (10 min) Hops 12.4 IBU
1 Pkgs SafAle English Ale (DCL Yeast #S-04) Yeast-Ale  

Beer Profile
Estimated Original Gravity: 1.062 SG (1.056-1.075 SG) Measured Original Gravity: 1.060 SG
Estimated Final Gravity: 1.016 SG (1.010-1.018 SG) Measured Final Gravity: 0.000 SG
Estimated Color: 8.8 SRM (6.0-15.0 SRM) Color [Color]
Bitterness: 101.4 IBU (40.0-70.0 IBU) Alpha Acid Units: 39.0 AAU
Estimated Alcohol by Volume: 6.02 % (5.50-7.50 %) Actual Alcohol by Volume: 0.00 %
Actual Calories: 0 cal/pint

Please brew it and let me know how it goes.  The hop numbers are for dry, to keep th AA calculations right.  You can substitute fresh whole hops for the dry by multiplying by 5 or so. I used 10, 6 and 4.

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Obligatory dinner post: ratatouille from the movie

by Bill Sempf 1. September 2010 05:16

 

Last night I made ratatouille just like Remy made it in the Disney movie, Ratatouille.  Gabrielle thought of the idea, and got the recipe from Smitten Kitchen, which – if you haven’t been there – has amazing stuff.

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It turned out incredible, and only took about 20 minutes to put together.  Gabrielle even tweeted about my efforts – funny.  What’s more, it is a very flexible recipe, and I am betting that you could mess around with it a lot.

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We served it with couscous and chevre, and Adam ate so much I thought I would have to wheel him out with a forklift.  Highly recommended.

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